Nightmares About Autonomous Limousines

As I stood on a deserted street around midnight, a black sedan came into view. It was a boxy limousine, imagine a 1960s Rolls Royce with large windows like a city bus. It was a self-driving vehicle. From inside came a sickly green glow and a small figure stood inside at the rear window.

My heart sank when I realized it was a small boy, no more than four years old. He was trapped, his face was pure terror against the glass. He pounded his fists and screamed but the car did not stop. I tried to move, but my feet were stuck fast to the ground and I tried to shout but no sound came out.

I recognized him, it was my son.

His face looked stiff and discolored. So in that moment I knew that he was dead. I knew that this limo was what took children away, forever. This was how it worked, these self-driving cars took children from their parents as they stood helpless.

With all my might I tried to run, but my feet refused to move. I screamed with every fiber in my being but no sound came out.

All I could do was watch as the limousine took my child away. Forever.

I broke down and cried; wailing in pain, grief and hopelessness.